She had struggled so hard her whole life, only to be trampled underfoot again and again?
She had hoped that after crossing over, her life would be different, yet the blows kept coming until she was left broken and bleeding.
Ye Chuxue hated it.
She hated the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao.
She hated everything in this world.
Her expression twisted into a grimace as she glared at Song Wanníng, hoping to witness her miserable death.
But then a sword light flashed.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell as usual, yet its power suddenly dropped sharply, almost halved.
The triumphant words stuck in Ye Chuxue's throat. Her blood-red eyes burned with unwillingness as she clenched her palm tightly, her body growing more and more unstable.
As the thunder dispersed, Song Wanníng's figure reappeared. Though her clothes had lost their luster, her state was surprisingly good, showing none of the near-death exhaustion from the thunder strike.
"Song Wanníng…"
"My name? You don't deserve to say it."
Song Wanníng let out a cold snort, her anger finally ignited.
"The Heavenly Dao of the Mùsù system, huh?
Want to kill me?
Let's see who dies first."
Her expression hardened, and she swung her longsword again.
Instantly, chaotic energy swarmed out like a swarm of bees. Ancient power surged forward.
Boom.
Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell again, more powerful than before. Filled with a determination to destroy everything, it aimed to kill Song Wanníng on the spot.
But the moment Song Wanníng drew her longsword, she suddenly drew on the power within her inner world.
A strange but mighty force surged from her dantian, flowing into the sword light.
At that moment, everything around seemed to change.
Ye Chuxue felt completely frozen, surrounded by a strange place filled with barren emptiness.
Boom.
The clash between the thunder and the sword light was fierce.
The next moment, a terrifying shockwave swept across dozens of miles.
Nearby cliffs were flattened instantly.
Countless trees turned to dust and blew into the sky.
The earth shook, and distant demonic creatures fled in panic.
Chaos erupted with sharp screams everywhere.
Pfft.
Ye Chuxue was blasted to the ground.
Though protected by the divine thunder, she was still gravely injured.
Lying there, she could no longer raise her head.
Not even a finger could move.
Silent tears slipped from her eyes, full of unwillingness and pain.
She was not willing.
Not willing at all.
Ye Chuxue forced herself to lift her head and looked at the person who had ruined her life.
Her hatred turned into red tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
Before her stood Song Wanníng, like a bright, blazing sun that was impossible to stare at.
Like a deity descending to the mortal realm, invincible in battle.
Such a person would be admired by thousands wherever she went.
Why…
Why couldn't she be like that?
"Ah!"
Ye Chuxue howled with powerless fury, completely losing her mind.
So much unwillingness and jealousy tore apart her reason, leaving no trace of sanity in her eyes.
Who could have guessed that once the admired prodigy, she would end up a mad demon.
Song Wanníng's expression tightened.
Killing the heart is no different from killing the body.
Ye Chuxue's greatest pain was not Gu Qingyuan's death but the destruction of her future. Watching her hopes be shattered was harder to accept than death itself.
Song Wanníng had long seen through her, and this ending was no surprise. Her attention no longer lingered on Ye Chuxue but on her longsword.
Could her inner world be combined with the true realm of sword dao?
In the past, the sword dao true realm had been a self-constructed world. To be honest, it was fake.
But the inner world was a genuine, real world.
Though its rules were still incomplete, its effect would definitely be better than a constructed world.
Song Wanníng's heart quickened.
She was determined to give it a real try.
She swung her longsword again, aiming at the crazed Ye Chuxue.
Boom.
Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell once more.
Even now, they refused to give up Ye Chuxue as a chess piece.
Song Wanníng's eyes were cold.
In a blur, she seemed to see the familiar figure of Mo Yang Xiānjūn.
His sword slash carried endless coldness and ruthlessness.
Song Wanníng raised her sword, her eyes filled only with that figure.
In the depths, the sword dao true realm shifted dramatically.
The original sword move suddenly blazed with light.
At the moment of the slash, Ye Chuxue let out a terrified scream.
"No!"
The sword light pierced through the divine thunder, shattering Ye Chuxue into pieces.
Not just Ye Chuxue.
Everything around her exploded into ashes at the moment the sword light appeared.
Countless ashes scattered into the sky, casting a dark shadow over it.
And the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?
It was cut cleanly by the sword light, its overwhelming power dissipating like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared.
As if it had never existed.
Ye Chuxue had already turned to ash, drifting away with the air.
Gu Qingyuan was dead, and Ye Chuxue was dead too.
Song Wanníng stood firm, her longsword still radiating sharp intent.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder had come and gone swiftly, like a dream.
Mo Yuan looked on blankly at everything.
Only when all was settled did he let out a long sigh.
He did not know how his own fate would end, but the inner turmoil had already faded.
Since he had chosen to follow his heart, he had no regrets.
At that moment, all he worried about was the Senior being struck down by divine thunder.
He did not think about anything else.
Not even his own life.
Subconscious actions cannot lie.
He cared about the Senior.
Even if used, he was willing.
Mo Yuan lay quietly on the ground, his expression desolate.
Song Wanníng shook the longsword in her hand.
Scenes from her past life flashed through her mind once more.
Those painful escapes, those desperate pleas, those anguished cries from the Song family...
They shattered like fragments, disappearing completely.
The guilt weighing on her heart vanished like smoke.
Her resentment dissolved in an instant.
Song Wanníng closed her eyes.
From this moment on, she finally made peace with her past self.
Endless demon and spiritual energy churned and mingled.
Eventually settling into a strange calm.
Though her face remained the same, the aura she carried was entirely different.
Mo Yuan stared blankly at Song Wanníng.
The sharpness and ferocity had faded from the Senior.
That stunning, radiant face now looked like a goddess descended, breathtakingly beautiful.
No one dared to think any disrespectful thoughts.
...
Everything returned to calm.
Next was dealing with Mo Yuan.
Song Wanníng turned and slowly walked to Mo Yuan.
Looking down at him from above, her expression grew complex.